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Prakash Nagarajan


                                                                                        Prakash  Nagarajan  is  an  upcoming  author  and  a  poet
                                                                                        extraordinaire from India. Though reticent by nature, he is a
                                                                                        keen  observer  of  life,  and  coupled  with  his  penchant  for
                                                                                        writing,  he  often  puts  to  paper  with  a  lovely  flourish,  his
                                                                                        thoughts,  views  and  observations.  His  easy,  conversational
                                                                                        style of writing makes most of his books a compulsive read,
                                                                                        giving  insight  to  his  world  views,  and  to  values  that  he
                                                                                        cherishes  utmost  in  life.  When  not  confined  to  his  desk
                                                                                        churning out poems and stories, he seeks pleasure in long
                                                                                        walks, is an intense nature-lover and avid photographer. In his
                                                                                        spare  hours,  he  can  be  found  devoting  time  teaching  (for
                                                                                        gratis)  school  children,  Economics,  History,  and  English,
                                                                                        subjects those that are close to his heart. He can be contacted
                                                                                        over email at - prakashshastri_2000@yahoo.co.uk

                                                                                        His  literary  offerings  include,  'Stepping  back...',  and  'The
                                                                                        business  kinds.'  His  recent  book,  'Different  skies...',  an
                                                                                        assortment of short stories, is now widely acclaimed.





                                                                                           Monsoon


                                                                                           My well is dry, my fields are parched,
                                                                                           A land bleached white, intensely sun scorched,
                                                                                           Not a single cloud, seen in the sky,
                                                                                           Not as far, as doth a black crow fly,
                                                                                           Against a glaring sun, my eyes, I shield,
                                                                                           What do I say, about crops or yield?
                                                                                           A barren land, in wait for a till,
                                                                                           How thus to carry on, when until?
                                                                                           Year on year, your arrival remains a suspense,
                                                                                           How do I meet, school fees or a marriage expense?
                                                                                           My family fed up, of my moans,
                                                                                           But what do they know, of my loans?
                                                                                           Desperate, I pray, my prayers surround you,
                                                                                           Ardent wishes, for cloud cover, showers, even dew,
                                                                                           You cool my heart, you cool my fields,
                                                                                           Your arrival means, fertile land yields,
                                                                                           Swelling wells, overflowing lakes,
                                                                                           Lush green all around, in your wake,
                                                                                           Please do hear, this poor farmer's song,
                                                                                           I yearn for you so, pray do not be long!


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